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Chapter 158: 158 Marriage and Love (4)

Xia Siyu woke up to the regular assault of the waves. The glaring sunlight shone down as she just came to; her eyes were still closed, maintaining the same position.

It had been several years since she had returned to Sicily; ever since her father had taken her and her mother back to China, it had been about ten years. During her time in Sicily, she also visited those famous landmarks, walked through the Syracuse Cathedral that Monica Bellucci once did, stood on the Turkish Steps where the male lead had lain, and went to the shooting locations of the Godfather.

However, when she lived with her mother, it was in the small town of Taormina, nestled between the mountains and the sea. From their room, when pushing open the window, one could see the famous “Heart-shaped beach.’

The reason it was called the heart-shaped beach was simply because the small island resembled a heart and countless couples liked to check in there, pursuing the naturally ordained “one heart.” In reality, nearby the little island, numerous reefs sat, and from a distance, it looked more like a “broken heart.”

Just like her mother’s feelings, harboring affection for her father but forced to live separately due to various reasons.

Lying there for a while, she became slightly more alert, but still did not open her eyes, merely shifting her position slightly.

It’s said that one cannot escape the influence of one’s family of origin; whatever tragic model the parents set, the children tend to continue. Her mother was strong-willed, strict, and fiercely direct; she was just as straightforward and unstoppable. In the past, she too dreamed of finding a prince on a white horse, like a princess in fairy tales. No, a group of princes, and she, standing in the middle, choosing the tallest and most handsome one.

She was beautiful from a young age, whether in Italy or when she returned to China, she was always the most striking one. Indeed, there were many boys who liked her, but there were also many girls who hated her.

Then, she met Bo Yan.

If she fancied someone, she wouldn’t hide it; she would pursue them.

Although it took a bit of effort, she finally succeeded.

And then they broke up.

She wasn’t averse to marriage; faced with the right person, she was willing to step into the matrimonial hall. She just didn’t expect that the person she would marry in a daze would be him.

Fortunately, although the two of them were odd, they had an agreement to mind their own business—he wouldn’t interfere with her affairs, and she wouldn’t meddle in his work, living together peacefully. If one day he found a girl he fancied or she found a more suitable partner, she would choose to bow

out early.

She reached out again to adjust the pillow. When her palm touched a human-shaped object in front of her, she felt as if she’d been struck by lightning and her eyes shot open at once!

She thought she was lying in her own home, hugging her large pillow. In fact, she was indeed holding something, but it wasn’t the pillow—it was Bo Yan?

This was no trivial matter; she glanced at the man in front of her, his pajamas torn into disarray by her, yet still sleeping peacefully with closed eyes. Then she looked at herself, intact on her side, and glanced up at all the closed cameras.

Outside, the waves still endlessly crashed against the rocks.

Now fully collected, her first reaction was to sneak out of bed hurriedly, find her phone, rush to the bathroom, close the door behind her, and hastily call Wei Jingjing on WeChat from across the ocean: “What do 1 do, I think I’ve slept with Bo Yan!”